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About Chicago

Lemme paint ya a picture – think *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon* vibes. You got this whore, right, slinkin’ thru life like Shu Lien, all grace and grit, but underestimated. “In my heart, I’m a warrior,” she’d say, dodgin’ judgy pricks like swords in that bamboo fight. Whores ain’t just what ya think – sex, cash, done. Nah, it’s cosmic, mate! Goes back centuries, like ancient Rome – didja know them temple gals, sacred whores, banged for the gods? Wild, right? Blew my mind when I read that, got me happy as a kid with a new telescope.

Rock Whore

Lyrics for Scene Whore Interrogation by The August Prophecy.

Then there’s Oakwood Avenue – where the magic happens. Folks gather there like it’s a never-endin’ block party. Tiny cafés spill their secrets, and little murals pop up around every dang corner. I always say, “You are a mess, but you’re a beautiful mess.” and that fits Oakwood spittin’ truth.

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